Thursday, August 8, 2013
My grandmother, or Abuelita Tome (short for Tomasa) as we kids used to call her, died when I was 20. She was my favorite person in the whole world, and the first death of someone close to me.
These were her glasses, one of the few things I have left that reminds me of her. I think of her often and wonder what she would make of life today.
I wonder what she would think if she could see me today, would she be proud of the woman I've become? I think so. I hope so. She's part of the reason that I am bi-lingual for she mostly spoke Spanish. She raised a family and owned a bakery with her husband. She was strong and endured a life I could never understand in a time I've never lived.
My life, she would never understand, but I know she would have walked it with me if she could have. It was a hard road with lots of lessons learned, but I finally got to a place in my life where it all makes sense now. And I couldn't have done it without all those who came before me and the lessons that they taught me.